Ascending the Heights of Monte Albán

As a cultural anthropologist, I have always been drawn to places where history and art converge, and Oaxaca’s Monte Albán is one such place. The ancient Zapotec city, perched high on a mountaintop, offers a breathtaking panorama that is both a reward and a reminder of the rich tapestry of human history. Our guide, Gabriel, was a fountain of knowledge, weaving tales of the past with the present as we ascended the stone steps. The climb was indeed a workout, as the review had warned, but the vista from the top was worth every bead of sweat. The sun was relentless, casting a golden hue over the ruins, and I was grateful for my hat and sunscreen. Standing there, I felt a profound connection to the past, imagining the lives of those who once walked these paths.

The Artistry of Alebrijes and Barro Negro

Our journey continued to the vibrant town of San Antonio Arrazola, where the whimsical alebrijes are born. These fantastical wood-carved figures, painted in vivid colors, are a testament to the creativity and skill passed down through generations. Watching the artisans at work, I was reminded of the universal language of art and its power to transcend time and culture. The temptation to purchase these pieces was strong, and I found myself admiring the dedication and passion that went into each creation. Later, in San Bartolo Coyotepec, the black pottery, or “barro negro,” captivated me with its elegance and intricate designs. The artisans’ hands moved with precision and care, crafting pieces that were both functional and beautiful. Supporting their craft felt like a small way to honor their artistry and preserve a tradition that is integral to the region’s identity.

A Glimpse into the Past at Cuilapam Convent

After a delightful lunch at El Trapiche, where the flavors of Oaxacan cuisine danced on my palate, we arrived at the Cuilapam Convent. Built by Dominican monks in 1555, the convent stands as a testament to the architectural prowess of its time. As we explored its open-air chapel, a brief thunderstorm rolled in, adding a dramatic backdrop to the already awe-inspiring structure. Gabriel’s insights into the convent’s history enriched our understanding of its significance, and I found myself reflecting on the layers of history that have shaped this region. Each stone seemed to whisper stories of the past, inviting us to listen and learn. The day was a journey through time, art, and culture, leaving me with a deeper appreciation for Oaxaca’s rich heritage and the people who continue to keep its traditions alive.